1. The Journal


    Date: 9/30/2017, Categories: Mature, Taboo, Author: harveydog, Source: xHamster

    We were in the process of moving into The Laurels. I was busy overseeing the men as they brought in the furniture when Emily our maid came to me and said, &#034Misses, I was just putting some stuff away in a cupboard and I found this right at the back of the top shelf.&#034 She handed me a rather beautiful leather bound book and across the front of it in gold letters was inscribed &#034My Journal,&#034 with a date some ten years back. I had a brief glance at the first entries and they seemed to be those of a young man who had recorded a cruise on board one of those floating Taj Mahals they call &#034Cruise Liners.&#034 I put it into the drawer of my bedside cabinet, intending to read it later. It takes a while to settle into a large house like The Laurels and so it was not until several days later I got back to the journal. I'd slept alone ever since my husband John had died, and so I wouldn't be interrupting anyone's sl**p. I took the journal from the draw, and sitting up in bed began to read. What I read captivated me and I spent most of the night reading. Since my husband's death I often resort to this internet site to help me with my emotional difficulties, and so I decided I'd like to share with other users of this site some of the pleasure I gained from reading the journal. I have changed the original names, using pseudonyms as the fancy took me. It began with an undated preamble that I think sounds rather angry. The Journal. How typical of father. He always assumes ... that everyone will go along with his plans for them. Tonight over dinner he announced, &#034Adrian, since you're finishing school in a month and a half and you've done well, I've decided you and your mother will go on a luxury cruise for a month. I've made the bookings and there are some brochures on the reading desk in the library. I glanced across the table at mother. She gave an almost imperceptible shrug, smiled faintly, but said nothing. &#034Typical,&#034 I thought, &#034we all do what father wants, no argument.&#034 I was not so naïve as to think that he really wanted to reward me for doing well at my studies. He'd packed mother and me off on other occasions, but never for a month. &#034This one must be a top class fuck,&#034 I thought. I often wondered why mother stayed with him and I'd even asked her. Reluctantly she said that she owed him something because he'd pulled her out of pretty poor circumstances and married her. There's quite a story there but I won't write it down now. I took a look at the brochures and they told me just what I'd expected. &#034A Floating Palace&#034 was one description; another said, &#034Why Wait, Experience Heaven Now!&#034 Again typical of father, he thought he could pay us, or anyone else, off with a bit of overcooked luxury. Well, I suppose mum and I are stuck with it, and I can think of worse people to spend a month with. 10th December. Came on board today. It's just as I thought it would be. Everything that passes for the &#034Good ...
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